February 8, 2005

• Lady Dragon

  
  

  The Story tellers tell of lady who lives by the wood.  A deceivingly unremarkable woman who mothers her children, works hard in the town, and partners with her husband as life rolls by.  She is said to connect with nature in a way uncommon to most; a bonding and synergy found usually in the animal world or worlds of creatures long gone to myth.  It is this lingering ethereal image in the minds of the local folk which renders believable the stories of the rise of the mystical beast, the winged one, with wings and fiery breath thought long lost to ages past.  It rose in the morning mist and took wing, gliding over the wood and river bottom to rise above the innkeeper’s fortified inn.  The Story tellers exclaim that the beast’s fury melted the air and fire burst from the dragon beast falling all about the wooden inn.  Yet, the fire never set tinder to flame, as if this were only a warning; a warning of the most severe kind.  With brief pause and beating wings the beast turned again to the wood and has not been seen since.  The inn keeper has removed his locks and barriers torn down.  And the lady by the wood smiles as her children play beneath the trees.

  
  

   

  
  

  {LMFs dragon imaged blog was perfect.  For a day I tried to grasp what it was that seemed such a perfect fit of humor, mood, contrast, etc. Finally, this little quip emerged.  Beware the dragon}

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